Guided Shoes
Shoes, contemptuous beasts
dissing enemies, foreign
presidents and irksome neighbors.
Shoes stinking, dirty, filthy rascals
tromping around in dog feces,
waiting for a head to bash in.
Shoes surreptitiously covering
terrorist feet, ticking time-bombs,
fanatical weapons of mass destruction
Shoes lying in ambush on nasty toes
licking arches of radical heel-chuckers,
anticipating the Evil-Doer anti-speech.
Shoes the guardians of the state,
like guided missiles, ready to launch
at a moments notice.
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